So my husband got home from work yesterday and told me this story:
"I was almost to my car when I felt something itching my neck. I reached up to scratch, and this BIG, FAT cockroach zoomed around my head and landed on the ground in front of me. So disgusting!"
And he shivered with the grossness of it all.
Being the loving and concerned wife that I am, I immediately began wondering how I could use his experience in a book. (Of course, I shiver with the grossness of it, too.)
Do you do this? Hear or see something yicky that happens, and start thinking books instead of sympathy?
So before I end, I have to tell you I'll be succumbing to summer vacation. I might pop in from time to time, but I'll be on vacation most of August. I can already feel myself going into withdrawals, . . . but it'll make it that much more exciting come September. See you all in a month!